Crossing the threshold, the balance gives way Shadows rearrange in the fading light of day The mind reaches out, chasing a glow To fill up the silhouette, to soften the blow Loose threads of sound unravel in the dark Leaving silence behind like a dying spark And the notes decompose, falling apart Like unclothed petals from a quiet heart Swept away by answers unspoken and clear Untouchable garden, the edge of the year Smells of orange blossom, early spring in the air And a flight of old stairs where we leave what we wear Steps on the timber, boots at the door Leaving the weight on the cold wooden floor A quiet refuge, forbidden and deep Where the restless thoughts finally fall asleep No longer fighting the turn of the tide Just stepping inside, where the shadows abide And the notes decompose, falling apart Like unclothed petals from a quiet heart Swept away by answers unspoken and clear Untouchable garden, the edge of the year Smells of orange blossom, early spring in the air And a flight of old stairs where we leave what we wear Hollow space, sacred space, room to breathe Stripping away what we used to believe In the hush of the blossom, the fragrance stays long Translating the quiet right back to the song Leave your shoes on the stairs, let the silence take hold Orange blossom and dawn, letting story unfold Notes falling apart... Just petals in the dark
